#c:bellatrix

[pandoraxrosier]

Pandora exhales a breath she didn't realise she was holding. "Oh, good. Thank you." It takes a lot to scare her, but Bellatrix manages it just fine. She always has. Pandora is sure this is a common reaction, although she finds herself wondering if it's completely intentional. The younger girl, for all her oddness and quirks, tends to be one people avoid; she finds some kinship with Bellatrix in that. "Having to ceelebrate your sister leaving to join another family must be difficult. I'm not sure I could do it," she muses, still facing away.

At that, Pandora finally turns to look at Bellatrix, expression contorted into innocent confusion. "No," she replies easily. "You must have him mixed up with someone else. My friend Regulus is possibly the least disgraceful person I know. Nobody in their right mind would ever identify him as such."

She watches Pandora curiously, chattering on as if Bella gave a sickle what her thoughts were. She resists the urge to burst into uncontrolled laughter, both fatigue and adrenaline spurring her more unsavoury thoughts. "I'll allow it this once, since I'm feeling celebratory," Bella says, knowing damn well if she truly was feeling celebratory, it'd make her want to break some arms even more. She pities the younger girl, she was weird, and the worst thing you could be in society was different from everybody else.

"Your friends," she drawls, bored and vying for an unimportant conversation, it seemed. "Do you mean my disgraceful little cousin?" She realizes then she needs to be more specific, considering both Black juniors were equally as disgraceful as they were useless. "The one without the mutts following him around."

[aveline-allaire]

@bellatrixblxck​

“I should string you up for making me play that stupid game yesterday. I was stuck in the closet with a pathetic little boy, and then you completely abandoned me.”  

[canutx]

@bcllatrixlcstrangc​ said:  “¡No me mires así!”

—¿Que? Acaso no te gusta ser la decepción— expresó el chico con seriedad a su prima

[mudblood-benjy]

@bcllatrixlcstrangc​ said:  “if i’m on fire you’ll be made of ashes, too”

—¿porque? ¿crees que me mandaran a Azkaban por lo que me obligaste a hacer?— preguntó con seriedad

[thc-heartbreak-princ]

@bcllatrixlcstrangc​ said:  “make sure nobody sees you leave”

—No me lo tienes que decir dos veces Lestrange— expresó el chico bastante serio 

[eudoramercyflint]

Mercy carefully checked her nails, only looking up when the Hogwarts Express gave a pointed whistle, the sound familiar and strangely comforting. She enjoyed school. Her parents always felt the need to shower her with gifts while she was away and that served to make her time spent in the castle more than enjoyable. Not to mention the status her family along with so many others seemed to hold among the witches and wizards who had been raised in the magical world. Her daddy always told her blood was important, that she was special. And not once had she ever doubted him. But he had been proven right the moment she stepped foot in the Great Hall. People knew the Flints in the same way they knew the Blacks and the Carrows. Purity demanded respect. She turned to absentmindedly scan the crowd, judging the clothes worn by the family a few feet to her right. It was only as she rolled her eyes that she noticed Bellatrix, her beauty easy to spot among so many plain people. She smiled sweetly, excited to see her old friend despite seeing her many times over the holidays. “Bella!” She bounded over to where she was standing, pulling her into a hug regardless of whether she would appreciate the contact. “Daddy is just putting away my trunk, have you seen him yet? I know he’ll want to speak with you before he leaves, you know how much he adores your family.” @toujoursbella

[daniyah-whoisleft]

truly, deeply loathing you // bellatrix & daniyah

Daniyah was deep in the winding corridors or the Archives. She had taken enough curves around the cabinets to separate herself from the noise of anyone currently at the desks. The only company she had were the labels reading off a wide array of topics, from Parseltonge to Pumpkin Juice. Like so many other things about the British Ministry, the sorting system only made sense about half the time. A fact that could drive her crazy, but she would certainly exploit when it suited her.

As she was filing away some documents a researcher had taken out and not even tried to put back, she would take the opportunity to slip back a few things she had taken out for her own purposes. Nothing she wasn’t allowed to have, but she still preferred for her actions to not be tracked too closely.

Pulling open the Patronus drawer, she slipped back in what she had found as far as registries for corporeal Patronuses. It wasn’t something she had brought up to anyone at the Order; just a passing idea she had, which she didn’t share unless she actually found something worthwhile. She hadn’t decided yet if this was leading anywhere useful.

The shelf easily slide back into place with her push, and as it did it revealed Bellatrix, who had been standing on the other side just out of Daniyah’s sight. She jumped a little in shock. Bellatrix Black was a frightening figure in even the best of circumstances.

“Is there something you need, Bellatrix?” she asked, not bothering to reign in the icy edges on her words. Not that she tried to hard to be warm and friendly to most people, but both women knew there was no love lost between them. What was the point in pretending? “Because if not, I really would prefer to get back to it by myself.”

@bellatrix-whoisleft​

[tazie-whoisleft]

hook, line... // tazie & bellatrix

Anastazie hadn’t expected to see Bellatrix out and about in Hogsmeade. Not because she expected her to be hiding away from the world after what happened, as she couldn’t imagine anything chasing Bellatrix Black into hiding. Rather, she was surprised by the coincidence of it.

Just that morning, she and a few other Ravenclaw members were caught up in lively speculation about the attack. In the fashion of some of her favorite aspects about the house, it wasn’t so much a debate on what was true and not or where blame needed to be thrown. Instead, they were wondering who the mysterious attacker could be, what they were aiming to achieve, and if they accomplished it or if Bellatrix managed to thwart them. Regardless, it was a conversation that had left the whole event sitting at the top of her mind the rest of the day.

So, to see the eldest Black sister suddenly before her felt like a watered-down sort of fate she was willing to believe in. It was the universe’s way of, at the very least, allowing Tazie to see that she was okay. She took a moment to mentally calculate the acceptability of approaching her and asking, then a decision was made and she was off.

“Bellatrix. It is so good to see you. What brings you up to Hogsmeade on a windy day like this?” The normal pleasantries had to be gotten out of the way first, of course. She wasn’t an animal. “I bet you have been asked to death how you are doing. So I will just say, it is awful what happened. I cannot believe the state we are living in sometimes.”

@bellatrix-whoisleft​

[sadavery-blog]

✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[cygnusblackthethird]

Despair and Threats

WHO: Cygnus Black and Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Black, and Regulus Black WHEN: January 14th, 1978. 5:45PM. WHERE: Cygnus Black’s chambers

The atmosphere was somber in Cygnus Black’s chambers as he awaited the arrival of his daughters and nephew. He had gone around yesterday to personally inform Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa that their presence was required, and he had sent Regulus an owl this morning. He would be leaving tomorrow, bright and early, and there was things that he needed to run by the younger members of his family. Reminders of family, of duty. Times were changing, and the Black family had been attacked. That would not stand, and he needed to remind them of what it meant to be apart of this family.

He glanced over the table, which was set neatly five plates. He’d informed the house elves that he wanted dinner served promptly at 6:15. He had told the children to arrive at 6. There was a knock against the doors of his chambers, and Cygnus plucked his cigarette from his lips so that he might be able to greet whomever it was that had arrived. He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly at the person who stepped inside. 

“You’re early.”

@forgottenandromeda @nrcissvblvck @adbellatrix @reg-ablack

[queenzephyr]

@bcllatrixlcstrangc​ said:  “¿Qué haces aquí?”

—¿que ahora tengo prohibido entrar? porque hasta donde recuerdo no soy una traidora ni nada parecido, incluso estoy comprometida con uno de los brujos mas influyentes de la comunidad— si bien aquella idea no le agradaba no lo iba a demostrar en publico —Mi padre me pidió que recogiera uno de sus encargos—

[canutx]

@bcllatrixlcstrangc​ said:  “Me encantaría transformarte en una piedra para que dejes de hablar.”

—Que curioso a mi me gustaría lo mismo o un insecto al que pueda aplastar, al menos al fin estamos de acuerdo en algo Bellatrix— expresó con todo el veneno que podía poner en su voz mientras observaba a la mayor de manera desafiante

[mudblood-benjy]

“Vamos a jugar un juego.” @lethalkedavra

—No, tus juegos no son divertidos y suelen acabar en muertes—

[thc-heartbreak-princ]

—Aun me sorprende que no hayan controlado quien entra y quien no al evento— expresó con desagrado tras haberse encontrado con alguien de su edad disfrazado de Merlín. —Sin duda baja la calidad del evento—

para: @bcllatrixlcstrangc​

[theoforestgrayson]

It wasn’t often Theo found himself in detention, but with his tendency to draw instead of listen during class, he was certainly no stranger to the punishment. Having been caught one too many times by Professor McGonagall, attempting to perfect his perspective instead of his Transfiguration, she had begrudgingly written him up which was how he found himself polishing statues and various trophies in the room he was fairly convinced only existed for this very purpose. He knew Bellatrix as Head Girl, but not well. and for a brief moment he had been excited to hear she would be the one monitoring him, always open to the prospect of making a new friend. It quickly became clear she had other ideas, though. They had been standing in silence for a few minutes as he carefully laid out the polishes and sprays he would need to complete his task. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t help himself, the need to talk, to understand his company, winning out over the worry of receiving another detention. “I’m sorry you have to spend your evening with me...” He said quietly. “I don’t mean to waste your time...” @toujoursbella​

[a-force-of-alice]

@caveatmortum

alice looked at bellatrix and then at the bundle in her hands and then back at the dark haired woman. she grimaced. alice was not the most civil when it came to the woman standing before, maybe a long time ago but she was ordered to be on her best behavior. however it stop her from speaking her mind. “not sure if that’s a baby or it’s one of them naked cat things. why’s it so wrinkly. ” she shuddered. alice felt...indifferent about babies. they were kind of there and they weren’t cute, they looked like bald men, kids were fine, kids were playful and loud and energetic but babies were ehh. sure her mother in law was down her throat about having babies, but alice cursed and drank and engaged in dangerous activity a lot. she wasn’t sure if she would ever be a good mother. best to not deal with it at the moment.